she whispered this is how it all began
Imagine a world for him and me.
A place where he is all yet everything I need.
moonlite skys stars hanging as mistletoe
kissing from minutes til hours from sunsets to mornings
laid inside his heartbeat hands swallowed around my every being
he inhales then exhales as I lay in his heartbeat drowning in serenity.
I continue to gaze into his eyes, watch the movement of his lips and whisper
” How doust My God” in the arch of his face the caption of his pause
fingertips sprialing in oval shapes going further below into my love into my own.
he is thee quinch of my thirst
the sea to my island
dawn which brings the coming of the day
This is a one time experience
laying inside around above his spirit
kissing every angle,elbow fingertip listening and humming sweet melodys
I sing ” How doust My God”
God answers “Call him adam for he is yours eve!”
